I ignored him once more and that’s when he slid his hand down my shorts and rubbed it over my underwear. I turned to face him. “I was ignoring you for a reason,” I said finally.
“Come on baby let’s finish what we started last night,” he said to me as he rubbed his hands across my shirt and over my nipples.
“No,” I said.
He was going to be a pain, I could tell. I went to sit up and he pushed me back down. He pressed his lips to mine and continued to kiss along my neck and collarbone. “Isaac please,” I shouted.
“Mmmm, I knew I could change your mind,” he said.
“No, Isaac. Please stop,” I said as I sat up and pushed him off of me.
I got up and shut and locked the bathroom door behind me. “You’re no fun,” I could hear him yell after me.
I looked around for napkins or something and nothing was around. “Shane anytime there is no napkins or towels, wipe it on Daddy’s shirt,” I said to him as he wiped his dirty hands on my t-shirt.
I could hear the shower shut off and I new Faye would not be in the mood to clean the kitchen, especially since she’s been getting on me about not helping her out enough with Shane.
I grabbed the newspaper and brushed all the flakes into the pages and I quickly wiped up the milk with my t-shirt. Faye came out of the shower with her robe on came in to get some coffee. I handed her a mug and she smiled. “Wow Zac everything is so nice and clean. And Shane is all dressed and ready. I’m impressed,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Hmmm, let’s go take off that robe baby,” I said to her.
“How about you get in the shower and we’ll talk about this later?” she said.
I kissed her once more and headed for the shower. Usually, I hate showering. I always tell Faye I do, but I usually just wipe myself down with a damp rag to freshen up. But TODAY is a good day. Faye is in a good mood and I’m going to get some.
“Isaac I had to get the kids up,” she said sternly.
She was looking so hot in that green halter. “Green is my favorite color you know,” I said.
The kids hurried off into our so-called living room. “Shane come on we’re going to play ninjas,” Dylan said as he grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room.
“Morning,” Taylor said as he and Paulie sat down at the table.
“Hey, Faye I think I’m going to take the kids for hair cuts today? Does Shane need one?” Reese asked.
I found myself staring at her ass. It was so round and shapely, just enough to grab. Zac joined us at the table and sat down next to Taylor. “Yeah you can take Shane too, if you want,” Faye said.
I sat to the right of Paulie. Reese was clearing the dishes from the table when Faye asked for the napkins. “We don’t have any French fry,” Zac said.
That was one of his affectionate nicknames for Faye. “Did you look in the cabinet?” Faye asked him.
“No,” he said.
Faye smacked the back of Zac’s head. “Typical,” she said.
“I’ll get them,” Reese said.
She reached up to the cabinets above my head and there were her voluptuous, perky breasts, dangling above my face, practically begging me to caress them. Just then the bus started and she fell into my lap with her breasts almost suffocating me.
I kissed her again, not caring who was around. I was about to stuff my face into her cleavage, and then she pulled away. “Isaac,” she said.
“What’s a guy have to do to get some sex around here?” I said.
She glared at me and it only made me want her more. “Shame on you Reese. I thought I told you to give that man sex,” Paulie said.
“We were going to the other night ok, and Cameron woke up crying. What was I supposed to do just let her cry?” she explained.
“No, but that was like days ago,” Paulie said.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you or anyone else,” Reese said.
“I give my man lots of sex,” Taylor said.
I tried to pretend that I didn’t just hear that. Paulie smiled at Taylor and leaned in and kissed him. I could feel myself throw up in my mouth as the two proceeded to make out. I grabbed the newspaper and opened it to the sports page when cornflakes ambushed me. “AHH,” I yelled as they poured onto from within the pages of the newspaper.
“ZAC HANSON,” Faye yelled.
“French fry,” Zac whined.
“Was that your idea of cleaning up?” she was fuming and I knew it was my cue to leave.
It seems that we were at the venue, so I decided to get out and check things out. “Dad where are you going?” Dylan asked me as he tugged at my jeans.
“I’m going outside to see where we’re playing tonight,” I said to my five-year-old son.
“Can I come?” he asked.
“Sure, let’s go,” I said as I grabbed his hand.
The first thing I saw when I got outside was Chris unloading the bus. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked angrily.
“Hey, your father re-hired us. If you have a problem with that you need to speak to him?” Chris said.
I could feel the blood in my veins start to boil. “Daddy what’s wrong?” Dylan asked me.
“Nothing, I just need to go inside and talk to mommy and your uncle’s for a minute.
So let’s go inside and we’ll come back in a few minutes,” I said.
“But dad I want to play,” he said looking up at me with those dark brown eyes.
“I know you do and if you come inside with me and you’re a good boy I’ll play with you later,” I said.
“Ok,” he said as he hurried on the bus.
Taylor and Paulie were sprawled out on the couch and Zac was holding the back of his head where Faye hit him. “We have a problem,” I said.
Reese looked at me with concern. “What’s wrong?” she asked me wide-eyed.
“My father re-hired Chris and the roadies,” I said.
I’m usually the quiet one, but suddenly I felt empowered. Everyone stared at me. “I’m tired of this shit from him.”
“Baby, this is a side of you, I’ve never seen before,” Paulie said.
I winked at him and turned to my brothers. “Let’s go,” I said as I lead us to our father’s hotel.